Vixen
JLM Morton
at midnight’s hinge
a fox scream swung the woods ajar
on my suburban dream
drawing me back to the path
where we froze
in one another’s stare
eyeshine encircled
by the gnarled grip of branches
leaf scuttle then a cloud
clearing past the moon
guiding lunatic light
touching our nature
the vixen’s bark
ripened and released
like an egg carried
and dropped from the teeth